"Where to now?" asked the Doctor, grinning. "How about a nice museum?"

Amy folded her arms and leaned against the console. "Hungry."

"What, again? Oh, all right then. Tell you what…" He turned away from the controls. "What do you want?"

"What do you mean what do I want?"

"What sort of sustenance do you crave? Carbohydrates or, or protein or just something colourful?"

"I don't know, I'm just hungry."

"Amy Pond!" he shouted, opening his arms. "We can go to every restaurant, every chip shop, every tearoom, anywhere in the Universe, anywhen! Whatever you feel like eating, I guarantee you we will find a place that serves it."

"What, you've got like the Michelin Guide for the Universe? Or should that be for all of space and time?"